Fighter's Fever: The Metallic Siege by Ricardo Nazaire

Author:Ricardo Nazaire [Nazaire, Ricardo]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-02-28T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

As the rain continued to pour down in the forest, Keenth distanced himself in an attempt to comprehend this turn of events.

Since he finds himself at a loss for words, Agent Fallon takes the opportunity to address what was at hand.

“What seems to be the problem? You aren’t so chatty all of a sudden,” Agent Fallon states. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you just saw a ghost or something.”

“P-Paul…But how?” an astonished Keenth asks. “You…I thought with what happened at the Academy that you…”

“Really? You really cared about who was left behind at the Academy? You definitely could’ve fooled me by the way you went off on your own program. But, hey, no worries, consider it water under the bridge,” Agent Fallon says as he draws his sword to Keenth’s surprise.

After carefully looking him over, Keenth noticed that Paul was armed with an intricate metal brace over his upper right arm and a bright silver band around his head which seemingly was the cause of the spiritless expression in his eyes.

“Fallon, you bastard! Just what the hell did you do to my friend?” Keenth demands, trying his best to keep himself under control. “Why would Paul be aligned with someone like you of all people?”

“Well, for one, I’m the one who saved your so-called friend. If anything, you should be thanking me,” Agent Fallon answered as he approached Paul. “Most of the others in your Academy weren’t as lucky as—”

“Yo, Jimmy, how long are ya gonna keep yapping for?” an unknown voice interrupts. “You’re not exactly paying us for overtime, ya know!”

“Yeah, yeah…Just quit your whining, Claude,” Agent Fallon snaps. “Better yet, how about you do us all a favor and choke on a salad or something.”

The rude, obscene Claude was a thuggish, unkempt, and an overall sloppy excuse for an adult, so Agent Fallon’s attitude towards him was somewhat justified.

Still, Keenth couldn’t understand why any LanTech Agent would ally himself with such an individual.

“You know what? I’m out! You ain’t worth the stress, kid. This can’t be good for my heart,” Claude scoffs as he tried to use rain to clean off a stain on his shirt to no avail.

“Oh, so suggesting a salad is bad for you, but stuffing your stomachs, yes, plural, with raw pork shoulder isn’t? Champ, you’ve gotta explain that logic for me,” Agent Fallon mocks.

Before he could continue though, another individual got serious.

“Fallon, Claude…I could care less about what you two are going on about, but quit wasting so much goddamn time. Since you got the blond kid right in front of you, the only thing left is to retrieve the machine. Come on, Claude. We’re heading to the village.”

This young woman was the opposite of Claude in every way imaginable: tall, lean, and all business. Agent Fallon quietly nodded in agreement as Claude made confirmations with a small tracking device.

“Don’t get so pushy, Kusari. Finding the mech should be no problem,” Claude says while his device begins to rapidly beep.

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